My Lord Duke

NEW YORK CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS 1897
COPYRIGHT, 1897, BY CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS
Norwood Press J. S. Cushing & Co.—Berwick & Smith Norwood Mass. U.S.A.
The Home Secretary leant his golf-clubs against a chair. His was the longest face of all.
I am only sorry it should have come now, said Claude apologetically.
Just as we were starting for the links! Our first day, too! muttered the Home Secretary.
I think of Claude, remarked his wife. I can never tell you, Claude, how much I feel for you! We shall miss you dreadfully, of course; but we couldn't expect to enjoy ourselves after this; and I think, in the circumstances, that you are quite right to go up to town at once.
Why? cried the Home Secretary warmly. What good can he do in the Easter holidays? Everybody will be away; he'd much better come with me and fill his lungs with fresh air.
I can never tell you how much I feel for you, repeated Lady Caroline to Claude Lafont.
Nor I, said Olivia. It's too horrible! I don't believe it. To think of their finding him after all! I don't believe they have found him. You've made some mistake, Claude. You've forgotten your code; the cable really means that they've not found him, and are giving up the search!
Claude Lafont shook his head.
There may be something in what Olivia says, remarked the Home Secretary. The mistake may have been made at the other end. It would bear talking over on the links.